After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

- Let me plug in! Just plug it in!

The disciples of Shandao Academy couldn't hide in time, and they took a few steps back and threw out the sword light in an attempt to cut off the flying mosquitoes in front of them.

One of the disciples suddenly threw out an iron wheel with a blade and slashed towards Jian Fangmen. Qiao Wan jumped up and pulled with her bare hands!

The iron wheel, which was still spinning rapidly, fell on the palm of the hand, and the sharp blade "stabbed" cut a **** hole in the palm of the hand.

Qiao Wan clenched the iron wheel tightly with her bare hands and stopped the movement of the iron wheel. When she looked up, she saw the disciple who just threw the iron wheel with a ghostly expression.

How the **** is this possible...

His iron wheel is obviously a third-order magic weapon, and he can cut off half of someone's arm at once! This person can actually follow with his bare hands? !

In fact, Qiao Wan followed the iron wheel with her bare hands, and also meant to experiment with the results of this leather refining. Although at this stage it is still not possible to achieve real invulnerability, but it is enough, the wound on the palm is shallower than she imagined.

This is still a third-order magic weapon.

Her flesh is much tougher than before.

Glancing at the disciple who was using the iron wheel, Qiao Wanyi threw the blood-stained iron wheel out!

The iron wheel is like a dart, and wherever it passes, blood splashes!

No, there seems to be something wrong!

The more the battle, the heavier Qiao Wan's heart became, and her eyes quickly glanced at the mountain road, just in line with Jian Wen's line of sight.

"Doesn't feel right?" Jian Wen Hu's body was shocked, he glanced at Qiao Wan, and gave a tacit look.

Qiao Wan attacked while watching the movements of the surrounding disciples.

After a second, a flash of light suddenly appeared in my mind, and I finally understood what was wrong.

These virtuous disciples did not run away at all!

These people are all exercising the magic weapon, desperately protecting the "Cen Qingyou" in the team, without even looking at the remaining halfway ahead.

Going forward for a while, you can leave the Jiuyue Mountain boundary and leave the site of the Great Bright Hall. On the way, Lu Dechang arranged for them to meet up. But none of the disciples of Shandao Academy had any intention of rushing out!

When a normal person encounters such a situation, isn't the first reaction not to be reluctant to fight and to withdraw as soon as possible?

Even the Ye Xiyuan she met in front of the mountain gate was just throwing away chess pieces.

They are...

Qiao Wan's eyes swept away.

What is procrastinating.

As for what's procrastinating...

Qiao Wan's hand trembled, and a sword qi flew out against Cen Qingyou's forehead!

A pitch-black cloak was instantly shattered by the sword light, and then a strange face was revealed, thin and single-eyed.

It's not Cen Qingyou at all!

fake?

Jian Fang and Jian Wen were stunned!

really.

Qiao Wan's heart sank, and she quickly waved her hand, called a few disciples of the Great Bright Hall, stepped on the cliff, and walked away!

In addition to this road, there is another way to leave the site of the Great Bright Hall!

On the other side of the mountain road.

A group of disciples from Shandao Academy were rushing on their way with all their strength, racing against the clock.

"Soon."

Seeing that Lanshe Town was close at hand, he wiped the rain on his face, Ye Xiyuan, or the real Ye Xiyuan, was refreshed, and hurriedly formed the team, "Quick!"

The flying instruments are too ostentatious, and this journey can only be done on two legs. Fortunately, it is finally here.

Looking up and seeing the wilderness not far away, the guard disciple was relieved, and subconsciously kicked the person in front of him who was tightly covered by the cloak.

"Let's go quickly, do you hear me?"

This kick deliberately kicked the boy's waist.

A touch of blood was reflected through the cloak.

"It's all **** shit."

"What blue-eyed evil Buddha, what is the proud disciple of Venerable Miaofa?" The guard disciple stretched out his feet contemptuously and kicked against the young man's waist, "The smell of urine can't be covered in the rain, since it can't be controlled. Chapter 1 of the second half of myself: Chapter 1: Body, don't ask for that."

The guard disciple turned to the disciple who was walking beside him, and said with a smile, "Have you heard of 'Watching the Sky'?"

"It is to sharpen a small tree, then stab it in the back, stretch out your hand to break it, let go, and let the elasticity of the trunk bounce people into the sky."

Glancing at the "cloak" in front of him, guarding the disciple with a sword, "Why don't you go quickly?!"

"Cloak" still did not give any response.

The young man lowered his eyelashes and walked steadily. The wounds on his body were split open again, and the white clothes stained with dirt could still see some plum blossom petals on the corners of the robe.

The guard disciple's heart burst into flames.

Who do you show it to? !

proud? Proud to whom? !

Lifting his foot and kicking, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he went straight to the boy.

Sword Light——

Jianguang pierced through the rain curtain and split a string of splashing raindrops.

Immediately following, a large patch of bright, bright red blood splashed across the mountain wall.

Then flying into the air is—

The guard disciple froze in place, and together with the disciples of Shandao Academy, they stared blankly in the air, and when they came back, their line of sight suddenly dropped, and the whole person had fallen to the ground.

Reach out and wipe, a piece of blood, his leg! !

That's his leg!

The lower half of his body was slashed into the sky by a neat sword.

The young man's eyes were split, and he stared at the scene in front of him.

A string of blood beads flying into the air reflected the dark eyes, Qiao Wan crossed the sword and jumped down from the cliff, blood dripping from the tip of the sword.